I hesitate before leaving the bag and heading out to the garden. I sit behind her and swallow, moving her head onto my lap and wiping her eyes, "I-I'm sorry..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When I use caps I do not want you to read it like a little screech, I want you to read it like a 5,000 year old ogre with the strength of 10,000 men. — avianwings47